The kind of day...

I've been flipping back and forth for a while now, staring at a blank blogger screen and wondering what to write.

It was the kind of day where I (quite enjoyably) briefly bumped into a friend I hadn't seen since we graduated from high school eight years ago.

It was the kind of day where the last little coincidences that I wanted to encounter where the ones I came face to face with.

It was the kind of day where mid-way through an attempt at a yoga workout I was interrupted, and I never quite made it back to it.

It was the kind of day where there were moments when I felt totally helpless and incompetent at my company, small and petty even.

And the kind of day where there were moments when I knew that I could excel at, and maybe sometimes even love my job.

It was the kind of day where I listened to the audio here (and read the essay) and remembered how life-shaping the essay author's book was. And how that book was the background for a trip that in some ways still has much left unfinished, unsettled, and uncertain.

It was the kind of day where I traded emails with several different people.

The kind of day where I came home from work and did some organizing, sorting and cleaning.

And the kind of day where one memory was just too poignant, and (after a bit of discussion with a friend) I made the decision to tuck the physical reminder of it in a drawer for the time being.

It is the kind of day where I'm sitting in bed before 10 pm, with music softly playing.

Where I'll read a little, and pray a little, and then hopefully sleep.

Quote of the Day Brings Laughter

The daily quote on my calendar today made me chuckle.

"God always gives more than we ask." (Saint Marie-Victoire Couderc)

My immediate mental response was "No kidding."

Because sometimes God definitely gives what I wasn't even going to ask for.

And sometimes, his definition of "more" isn't quite what I had in mind.

For that matter, sometimes his definition of what I ask isn't quite what I had in mind.

I've glanced at the calendar off and on all day, and had to smile. Both at the reminder that God does indeed answer, and the chuckle that has come as I remember how rarely those were the answers I was in fact, looking for!

A few headlines...

More thoughts to come later today, but for now, these two headlines caught my attention this morning...

This story made me chuckle. I like a person who leverages what he knows and does well to get the sort of response and customer service he should have received in the first place.

This story just made me sad. I have an aunt who worked for years in a methadone clinic. And I'm sad that Calgary, which obviously badly needs this facility can't seem to reconcile it. And that the neighborhood is reacting so poorly. As one commenter on the article put it, "Don’t they say that the measure of a society is how the treat those members that are the least fortunate? The users of this clinic need the help that was going to be offered there, but I guess that won’t happen now."